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BNHAlentines: one fanfic for every day of February
a/n: eyyy im behind on this shit loool ofc i am! im a fucking dumb bitch!
character: izuku midoriya, todoroki shouto, bakugo katsuki, eraserhead, present mic
warning: aged up characters
Izuku Midoriya
workaholic pt. 1
literally is at his hero agency, working his ass off every single minute of every single day
if he's not there physically, he's there mentally, trying to keep track of which heroes need to do what or which sidekicks needed help with something or what paperwork he needs to do--
he's always mumbling these kinds of things to himself lmao
so, of course, you're there to force him to sit the fuck down and give himself a break
and it's really nice becos everyone in his agency loves him so they work with u to try and give this man a week off becos he honestly truly needs it
Honestly, you'd think that the best pro hero this side of Japan would know exactly how to sneak out of the house but, it seemed, his beloved had him beat because, before he could put on his hero shoes and walk out the door, you stood in the way.
You looked annoyed and for good reason too. You had let him know last night that he wasn't going to go to work this weekend and he laughed you off and cuddled you closer, thinking you weren't serious.
Well, look who was serious now.
"Love..." Midoriya looked at you, his eyes wide like a puppy begging for a treat. Except, instead of a puppy, Midoriya was an overworked superhero. And, instead of a treat, he was begging to go back to his mountainous pile of paperwork.
Like hell you'd let him. Instead, you apologised, informing him that you did, in fact, tell his hero agency to kick him out if they found him trying to crawl back in. They feared the number one hero, yes, but they feared his scary significant other even more.
Especially when it came to taking care of Midoriya. And you're sure it was also partly because they too thought Midoriya had been neglecting himself and putting his agency first when he shouldn't have been.
Midoriya sighed. Just one look at the fire in your eyes and he knew he was beat so, instead of fighting it, he just wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in and burying his face into your torso "You're too good for me."
You simply laughed and agreed and ruffled his hair, your fingers raking through it in that exact way that made Midoriya melt in five seconds flat.
Todoroki Shouto
you'd think that todoroki is a workaholic but emmm no--
he definitely dedicates himself to his hero agency and, when he's on the clock, he's on the clock
no time for distractions, my love, he needs to get work done!
he's always doing his paperwork so there's none left at the end of the day and he even goes as far as doing paperwork he'll need in the future or helping others with paperwork. he'll do his shifts early, help everyone out if they need help, etc etc
and why, pray tell, does he focus so hard and try his best at work?
becos once the workday ends, he's logged the hell out. bye
he doesn't take work home with him unless it's an utmost emergency. if the world isn't burning down or afo isn't knocking on his doorstep, he doesn't wanna hear it
once his workday is over, it's his time to spend with you and like hell he'll let anyone interrupt
Todoroki pressed a kiss against your temple, his arms wrapped securely around your waist as he watched you stir the curry in front of you. In the background, he was playing a rather catchy song from the radio (something he didn't exactly know the title to but that you'd often play during your commute to work with him). His hips--and yours by extension--moved to the beat of the music, both of you without a care in the world.
And then, he heard it. The ring tone from his phone indicating that his hero agency was calling. It interrupted your little song and dance which, of course, made him frown. He saw, from the corner of his eyes, that it made you frown too but, instead of saying anything, you pretended to busy yourself with dinner.
Todoroki sighed, deep and profound, before snatching his phone up and answering, his arm still firmly wrapped around you "This better be good."
It was a tone you weren't used to hearing. Business was often something Todoroki tried to keep out of his home and, so, this more serious expression with his more serious voice wasn't something you witnessed often either.
Yet, still, it didn't stop you from being flustered by it and you couldn't help but think it was handsome.
"No. It was your mistake so it's your duty to fix it." His voice was curt, cold, just like his breath against your ear. Then, he hung up and, automatically, the music started back up.
You laughed and leaned into his chest "You need to stop being so mean to them."
He just buried his face into your neck, his arms tighter around you, like if he let go his hero agency would appear and drag him away "I don't like it when they interrupt my time with you."
Bakugo Katsuki
workaholic pt. 2
the last thing that bakugo ever wants is to lose to midoriya and that might be why he's fighting for the title of not only no. 1 hero but no. 1 workaholic as well
he's not as kind as midoriya though lmao
he's always yelling at all of the people working at his hero agency! he's mellowed out over the years, ofc, but he still has that explosive kick to him. he's dynamight after all
his agency understands though that, deep down inside, he does it out of care for them becos he wants them to be on top of their work and on their very best behaviour so they dont end up a workaholic like him lmao
surprisingly, though, unlike midoriya, bakugo doesn't hesitate when you prance up to him and bat your eyelashes, asking him pretty please if he'd come and take a break with you
doesn't work as effectively if you do it all the time but he'll let you borrow a couple hours of his day at least
thank god since this dumb idiot workaholic would forget to feed himself if it weren't for you
" 'suuuki."
Just like clockwork. Bakugo glanced at the watch on his wrist and clicked his tongue. Now he knew you were doing this on purpose. Though he could feel his heart fluttering at the thought of you setting up alarms to make sure you cooked his food on time and got to his agency on time too, he couldn't help but also feel a tinge irritated.
He wished he wasn't so busy, that he could remember to have lunch so that you didn't have to remember for him. Yet, every single time, though he promised tomorrow would be different, tomorrow would come and he would still be so busy with things that he'd forget.
"Who let ya know I was here." He spit out, trying to sound angry but, instead, to you, he sounded pouty and whiny.
You smiled and carried over the large bento you hauled all the way from your luxury apartment a few blocks away. Instead of really answering, you just offhandedly commented that his office absolutely loved the bagels you donated on your way to Bakugo's little hideaway second office.
Bakugo scowled. Those soft-spined idiots.
Though, he really shouldn't be one to talk because, as soon as you were pulling a chair over, Bakugo stood and helped you, pushing his office chair a little to the side so that there would be room for you to sit.
Despite how he looked like he didn't want to entertain you, he still stacked all of his paperwork together and put them at the very corner of his desk so that you'd have space to spread the meal you so lovingly prepared for him.
He could complain all he wanted but, no matter what, he still yielded to you, the love of his life. Especially when you grinned so brightly and so happily at him, like you wanted nothing more than to spend lunch with him that day.
Aizawa Shouta
despite popular belief, aizawa isn't as lazy as he looks. in fact, he wished he was but, unfortunately, he can't be
he balances being a teacher on top of being an underground hero after all!
he has like this little sweet spot in the middle of the day to take naps and have a break but then, after that, it's back to being an underground hero. then, he might have a couple of hours to take a shower and take a break but then he's back to being a hero teacher
it's honestly a lot to juggle, esp becos he's not free on the weekends either. being a teacher means he has papers to grade and then, being an underground hero means he has paperwork to catch up on
truly, trust aizawa, the last thing he'd ever want to do is to just work all the time but, unfortunately, that's how it is
it honestly takes you waging a war with nedzu to get him a day off loool and he doesn't even argue like nedzu is staring at him, tryna mentally convey that he needs help but aizawa immediately looks away
Aizawa felt himself jolt awake, a forgotten dream tickling the edges of his mind. He couldn't remember what he dreamt about but, still, it was warm on his tongue like it was just out of reach but he couldn't cross the millimetre to get to it.
Then, just as that thought entered his brain, a more pressing thought replaced it. It was Monday. He had to get to school.
Dumbly, he relaxed a second when he realised that he was a pro-hero now and graduated from school years ago. Only, of course, to regain his senses and realise that he was a pro-hero teacher.
He sat up, groggily rubbing at his face in an attempt to wake himself up. Then, when that proved to be fruitless, he glanced at the analog clock on his bedstand and realised, further, that he was fucked.
Hopefully, Hizashi covered his morning class. He felt bad for hoping that, of course, since Hizashi had his own plate full but there was no getting around it. He just couldn't understand how he was late this time! Usually, you woke him--
Aizawa's head snapped to look at the bed beside him only to see that it was horrifyingly empty. He immediately became anxious, worried that something happened to you that prevented you from waking him up this morning--
You pushed the door open as you greeted your lover, your phone sandwiched in your armpit and your hands full with two mugs of what Aizawa presumed was coffee from just the smell.
He relaxed a little bit and smiled, eyes tired but heart full.
You explained as you handed him his mug, your free hand now cradling his face, that you had a rather successful yelling session with Nedzu and a few other pro-heroes which, of course, led to the free weekend and the free three more days that Aizawa was privileged to have.
He knew it was rather weird his hero scanner wasn't pinging this weekend but to think it was your doing? Aizawa just chuckled, pulling you close and pressing a happy thankful kiss against your lips.
Yamada Hizashi
if you think aizawa has it rough, imagine hizashi loool he has his hero agency to worry abt and then he's also an english teacher but then he's also a radio host? yike
his schedule is very jam-packed and planned exactly to the hour; he jumps from his hero agency to the school to his radio station and it's sooo stressful
i imagine his radio station is right next to his hero agency so it's not as stressful but like damn i just can't
and honestly he just needs a rockstar partner who goes behind his back and arranges for him to take a vacation secretly
becos like he'd love a break and would do anything for a break but i think he'd also be the type to be really nervous abt leaving and like nitpicks everything until he convinces himself that he actually can't leave
so you just have to make it so that he doesn't have a choice
Hizashi sighed, hands fidgety in his lap. He knew, truly, that you must've worked your ass off to get him this free vacation to do with what he pleased. He knew that all you really wanted was for him to get a break.
He loved it! In fact, this morning, he didn't have to rush out of bed at an ungodly hour to man the radio station for all the loving commuters that listened in! He didn't even have to worry about his morning class! Or the hero agency paperwork he was sure was due!
The problem, of course, was that he wasn't sure who was doing those things. If not him, then who? Certainly, it had to be someone who knew how to do it, right? But then, he'd never really properly trained anyone to replace him; not in school, not in the radio station and certainly not in the hero agency.
Then, if not anyone he trained, who?
You called out his name before slowly, carefully, gently, pressing a mug of hot tea into his hands. You pressed a kiss against his cheek before lovingly cupping it with your hand. You asked him if he was okay.
Looking at you, your eyes wide and curious and happy but also worried, made his heart melt. The warmth of the mug in his hand comforted him and the warmth of your palm soothed him.
Hizashi looked at you and it felt like everything was okay, like everything was alright, that there was nothing to worry about.
So, of course, he tipped his head forward, pressing a loving kiss against your forehead, your mug and his clinking when he presses you close.
He lovingly answers. "Nothing. Jus' happy to be with ya."
no because do you know how much it ruins me to know that bakugou would melt into your culture regardless of what it is. like, heâd spend hours researching it, asking you about it, writing down aspects and events and every little thing so he can be a part of it with you. learns celebrations and holidays and meals youâve done your entire life. heâs so dedicated to it, to you. heâs just so in love with you, and it doesnât take long for him to fall in love with your culture as well.
sdfsdfsd idk dont wanna just take this concept and run but um! bakugo just in a barong tagalog! he'd look so handsome and spiffy! and you'd wear matching outfit too! and he'd think you look absolutely ethereal and gorgeous and it makes the heart in his chest beat like a drum (but he won't say anything abt it loool cus he's still the tsundere we know and love)
and he'd learn tagalog just for you! nothing complicated, just enough to be able to hold some small talk with your extended relatives! his pronounciation is a bit clumsy but it's close enough, he knows how to pronounce the vowels well since he speaks japanese! despite popular belief, he doesn't learn the curse words first. in fact, you'll have to force him to learn them loool he really truly respects your language and curses or insults aren't exactly first on his list to memorise. he'd do it, though, just to hear you laugh at him when he uses it (and he doesn't get angry when you laugh, though he pretends he does)
and then he'd learn how to cook your favourite filo food so, when you're missing home, he'd whip up some aros caldo or some sopas or some bulalo! but he doesn't want to learn those recepies from the internet, no. he wants to learn them from you or (if you're not so culinarily enclined) a relative. he'll learn exactly how it was made for you when you were small and had a cold or when you needed a warm soup comfort and a relative would make it for you. you take a spoonful and it's spiced just the same as you used to have it
and and he'd hang onto your every word as you tell him about how you lived in the philippines! about how hot the summer days were, how you loved the market places bustling with people, how you knew your neighbors by heart becos the entire barangay is basically a family and how the spread was a mile long on festival days.
and he'd be there, staring at you, eyes sparkling, becos hearing how you grew up is like a window to the love of his life and being able to immerse himself in your culture, to live the way you lived and eat the food the way you ate it, is like being able to get to know a part of you. and he loves your culture, he loves your food and your heritage becos he loves every part of you
i bet it'd also be a good time for the people who weren't born in the philippines, the people who had parents that distanced themselves from the culture becos they wanted to assimilate, the people who didn't have the best family so they didn't inherit any of the culture but they wanted to
becos ofc, no matter how distant you are from the culture, maybe, one day, you do want to learn abt your heritage, abt what your country is like, but you might not have had a choice when you were younger. now, you do. and bakugo is there every step of the way
your parents never taught you tagalog becos they thought it was better for you to assimilate, to learn the predominant language and that language only. so you would learn and bakugo would be there for you. the both of you would do contests on duolinguo, see who managed to earn the most exp. then you'd practice with each other, each of you exchanging clumsy greetings and shy grins. it'd be funny just hearing the two of you but it's also a nice bonding activity
(or, if you already know tagalog and as like a thing to add on to my previous post, you could teach bakugo tagalog! and you might be a clumsy teacher becos you've never taught anyone tagalog before but you manage and you supplement whatever language learning app bakugo is using on the side. he prefers learning directly from you but he knows and understands that you might not want to just constantly be teaching him another language)
and the both of you either ask relatives or scour the internet for recipes. they might not have been foods you grew up with (or they might be foods your parents or relatives cooked but on rare occasions) but they still mean something to you. the spices might not be the same and the taste might be a little off but the two of you learn more abt your culture, more abt you and it's just really nice to be fumbling around in the kitchen with bakugo too
idk, just bakugo being really excited to learn abt your culture as you learn abt it with him. and it might not be the same as learning a facet of you but he loves seeing you get excited and seeing you embrace a part of your history and just being able to be there for you every step of the way as you learn smth abt yourself
no because do you know how much it ruins me to know that bakugou would melt into your culture regardless of what it is. like, heâd spend hours researching it, asking you about it, writing down aspects and events and every little thing so he can be a part of it with you. learns celebrations and holidays and meals youâve done your entire life. heâs so dedicated to it, to you. heâs just so in love with you, and it doesnât take long for him to fall in love with your culture as well.
sdfsdfsd idk dont wanna just take this concept and run but um! bakugo just in a barong tagalog! he'd look so handsome and spiffy! and you'd wear matching outfit too! and he'd think you look absolutely ethereal and gorgeous and it makes the heart in his chest beat like a drum (but he won't say anything abt it loool cus he's still the tsundere we know and love)
and he'd learn tagalog just for you! nothing complicated, just enough to be able to hold some small talk with your extended relatives! his pronounciation is a bit clumsy but it's close enough, he knows how to pronounce the vowels well since he speaks japanese! despite popular belief, he doesn't learn the curse words first. in fact, you'll have to force him to learn them loool he really truly respects your language and curses or insults aren't exactly first on his list to memorise. he'd do it, though, just to hear you laugh at him when he uses it (and he doesn't get angry when you laugh, though he pretends he does)
and then he'd learn how to cook your favourite filo food so, when you're missing home, he'd whip up some aros caldo or some sopas or some bulalo! but he doesn't want to learn those recepies from the internet, no. he wants to learn them from you or (if you're not so culinarily enclined) a relative. he'll learn exactly how it was made for you when you were small and had a cold or when you needed a warm soup comfort and a relative would make it for you. you take a spoonful and it's spiced just the same as you used to have it
and and he'd hang onto your every word as you tell him about how you lived in the philippines! about how hot the summer days were, how you loved the market places bustling with people, how you knew your neighbors by heart becos the entire barangay is basically a family and how the spread was a mile long on festival days.
and he'd be there, staring at you, eyes sparkling, becos hearing how you grew up is like a window to the love of his life and being able to immerse himself in your culture, to live the way you lived and eat the food the way you ate it, is like being able to get to know a part of you. and he loves your culture, he loves your food and your heritage becos he loves every part of you
a/n: im a fucking sucker for big chara clothes on smol s/o so have this loool decided to do headcanons for the tallest pro heros and then the tallest in class 1-a
character: Fatgum, All Might, Gang Orca, Sir Nighteye, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugo Katsuki
warning: aged up characters, some suggestive themes
Toyomitsu Taishiro
very very big man
his canon height is like a little over 8ft so that's wildt
his clothes are mostly comfortable clothes; hoodies, zip-up jackets, big crew neck sweaters or cotton t-shirts
he has a lot of clothes since he has to have some that fit his skinny form and then ones that fit his fat form
both forms are huge so all of his clothes are like xxxl
doesn't have a preference for whether his partner wears his clothes or not; if they want to, they can go ahead, if they don't then that's fine too
if his partner does wear his clothes, he hypes them up a lot! he'd be very handsy and fascinated
he didn't think his clothes were that big of a deal but, then his partner wore them and, suddenly, his clothes look like peak fashion to him loool
Taishiro scratched his head, his eyes darting here and there. He stood in his walk-in closet, his head almost touching the ceiling, as he scanned for his hero costume. For the life of him, though, he couldn't find it.
"Sweetcheeks?" He called out, wondering if you had somehow moved it or gone to go wash it without telling him. He scuffed that thing like nobody's business sometimes and it irked you when he'd place it among the clean clothes.
You peeked your head in, your hair still ruffled from rolling around the bed at night. He could physically feel his entire body melt and soften at the sight of you, still warm from sleep and so very obviously cuddly.
"Have ya seen ma hero suit?" He turned away from you because, knowing himself, he'd let himself get lured in by your adorable features and then, at that rate, he'd never get to work on time.
He waited a few seconds then a whole minute for your answer before he was turning back, eyebrow cocked, only to realise you'd disappeared. He frowned, wondering if you had said something and he'd just missed it.
Just as he was about to run after you, he stepped through the doorway only to be met by you running back into the bedroom, his hero suit hanging off of your body like a blanket.
He felt his heart honestly burst.
The hood was too big for your tiny little head so it hung in front of your eyes, shielding them. The sleeves were ridiculously hanging off of your fingertips and the ends of the jacket brushed against your knees. It was more of a dress for you than a jacket.
"It was in the dryer!" You announced while your covered fingertips pushed the hood up so you could peer at him with those cute eyes of yours.
He gave up the internal fight in his head and scooped you up, your cute butt seated on his arms and your covered hands pressed against his chest. He looked up at you and pressed kiss after kiss onto your face.
"Yar absolutely irrisistable, doll, I coulda' just eaten ya up!"
Yagi Toshinori
another very beeg man!
even though he's on the skinnier side, he tends to get his clothes a bit baggier so that they kind of hang off of his frame
unrelated to these headcanons, i totally see toshinori as someone who feels really insecure by his body so he doens't like tighter clothes
that and just the fact that it'd be harder on his weary bones to move in tighter clothes? but also extra big clothes are just inherently more comfy
get's super flustered!
i think in a relationship, toshinori just gets flustered all the time no matter what? but also i think really domestic stuff like sharing clothes flusters him even more
he doesn't know why it makes his heart beat a million miles a minute but it does and he lets it! loves when you just stun him for a whole ass minute loool
Toshinori walks through your front door, the heavy weariness of his bones making him slump ever so slightly as he removed one shoe and the other.
Though he knew that teaching the next generation was the best thing he could do and that, truthfully, seeing all the kids look up to him and be excited to see him was the highlight of his day, he couldn't help but be a bit disgruntled at the end of the day.
It was just that he was tired, he reasoned with himself. Now, though, he didn't have to worry about it because he'd be able to curl up under a warm blanket with you!
Though the kids were the highlight of his day, the thing he looked forward to the most was the end of it, where he could come home to you, the brightest thing in his life.
As he thought that, he turned to trudge further inside of his home only to be stopped by a heavenly sight. You were curled up on the couch, the news murmuring quietly from the TV. All the lights were off but the TV cast an almost effervescent heavenly glow on your peaceful sleeping face.
Toshinori thought he was having a heart attack and his hand even clutched at the part of his suit over his chest! You were too cute!
Hanging loosely on your frame was one of his plain white t-shirts. The neckline was so big that it was slipping down your shoulder! And, somehow, you had moved around in your sleep enough that the shirt rid up your torso, revealing your softly rising and falling stomach.
In your arms was a piece of his merch: a stuffed plushie that looked exactly like All Might except he was stretched long enough to be a body pillow. You clutched at it like a lifeline, as if it was him!
He chuckled quietly to himself before slowly, gently, prying the plushie from your arms. Carefully, he replaced it, letting you rest your head on his chest with your arms draped haphazardly around his torso.
You shuffled a little bit as if disturbed in your sleep (which made Toshinori pause as if caught red-handed). Thankfully, your eyes didn't flutter. In fact, you just snuggled closer to him, your body almost curling to press against his.
Toshinori almost grinned warmly before letting his chin rest on top of your head.
Yes, this was the one part of his day he looked forward to the most.
Sakamata Kugo
he's canonically a sucker for cute shit so jot that down jot that down
he usually wears jogging pants and tight shirts around the house and then clothes a bit more on the fancier side outside
the man's hero outfit is a suit, my guy!
definitely the type to collect ties loool and he has like enough coloured ties to wear a different one a day
idk, i just like imagining kugo as the kind of guy who everyone's like 'damn, man's serious as hell' but then he actually has a kinda dopey nerdy personality
like! he canonically wants to play with children but the sight of him scares them so he stays away! if that ain't the cutest shit ever!
neway, i feel like he'd absolutely have a field day with you wearing his shit, ngl
he'd be super into that and he like absolutely fawns over you and just think you're the cutest most adorable thing
Kugo groaned a little, his hand patting at the bed beside him. When he felt it's warmth but noticed your body wasn't there to supply it, his eyes fluttered open, a frown marring his already 'frightening' appearance.
You were already up? On his day off? He wracked his brain to try and figure out whether it was your day off or not today too. He thought it was but, perhaps, he had remembered wrong?
His eyes immediately flickered to the clock. Almost lunch but not quite. So, it was your day off. When you worked, you usually got up in the morning but, from how warm the bed still was, there was no way you had gotten up hours ago.
Then, where were you? He sat up, stretching his arms above his head and letting the blankets pool at his hips. You must've been preparing for lunch then?
As he thought that, he heard the pitter-patter of you socked feet against the hardwood of his house. He managed to turn his body towards the bedroom door just as you burst through, a triumphant expression on your face.
At least, that's what he imagined it looking like, anyway, since he couldn't see it with his hero mask in the way. You had it on, with a matching white dress shirt.
The dress shirt was just as loose on you as the mask and it was unbuttoned, revealing the vast expanse of your naked skin underneath. The mask was like an entire blanket on you, it's ends pooling around you where it ended at his knees for him.
He couldn't help it. Kugo laughed, full-bellied and rumbling, at the sight of his beloved wrapped up in his clothes. Without even thinking about it, he reached for his phone, snapping picture after picture as you posed.
"What's this?" He asked as he finished, happily flicking through his newly acquired treasure.
When you answered that you were the greatest hero of all, Gang Orca, Kugo felt his heart melt even further. He got out of bed to pull you against him, his hand trailing from your shoulder, up your neck, to finally tip the mask off of your face.
You peeked up at him, mischevious eyes sparkling at it took everything in Kugo not to laugh. Instead, he just chuckled, the vibrations deep in his chest, before he ducked down and kissed you.
Sasaki Mirai
casual clothes? nah, this mans only got the fancy shit
the most casual he'll get is like a hoodie or a jacket but like underneath is a very delicately ironed dress shirt
even fancy tall men get cold amirite
honestly, you open his closet and they're all like suit pant combos with like a whole row of dress shirts that are either white or black, none in between
all his suits are neutral colored too with his tie being the only splash of color in the entire closet!
his ties range from really silly to really plain lmao like he'll have one that's a blue one with ducks all over it but then he'll have one that's all might themed but then he'll have one that's just plain pink
same with his socks! he wears mismatched socks okay, i don't make the rules and his socks are just as silly!
you don't even have to fvckn steal this man's clothes, he'll give it to you every opportunity he gets! like at times, he's just making excuses! anything to get his clothes on you
when the two of you are on a date? takes off his coat and gives it to you. after raw dogging you into the mattress? tucks you in with his dress shirt on you
When Mirai walked back into his bedroom, his eyes immediately flickered to you. You always seemed to attract his attention, no matter what you were doing or where you were. He was hooked on you like a magnet and, in reality, though it scared him, he found that he wouldn't have it any other way
This time, though, his attention was on you because it looked like you were just waking up. Your hair was still mussed like you'd been rolling around and his dress shirt was hanging off of you, slipping off of your shoulder, pooling at your waist, its sleeves covering your hands.
"Good morning, darling." He muttered to you softly before letting a small smile crack through when you subconsciously leaned your cheek towards him.
He gave you a small kiss against your soft cheek before cupping your head and pressing a more firm one against your temple.
At times like this, he wished he could tuck himself back into bed with you and press your body, still warm from sleep, against him. Unfortunately, that wouldn't be the case.
He couldn't, not when he was needed at the agency.
Mirai ran his fingers absentmindedly through your hair as he had an internal fight with himself whether to leave you or stay. As he did, he felt you shiver and, quickly, his eyes zeroed in on you.
"Are you cold, darling?" He muttered to you again but, this time, he didn't even wait for you to respond before he was removing his suit jacket and draping it over you.
At first, you just shivered again before, slowly, almost sleepily, you slipped your hands through the sleeves and pressed the jacket closer against you.
Mirai would've screamed if he could but, instead, he just pressed another longer kiss against your temple. Mayhaps he could be a few hours late to work
Todoroki Shouto
emotionally stunted man who doesn't understand why his heart does the pitter-patter when he sees you in his clothes
i feel like he's not particularly fashion savy? like you'll see him in a plain white shirt and jeans or some really really casual stuff
but then you check the tags of the clothes and they're like actually super expensive brands? that plain white shirt he was wearing was from gucci? what the hell
if you borrow his clothes, the next time you see him, he's purchased like another shirt just for you becos, in his head, he thinks 'ah they don't have enough clothes that's why they have to borrow mine'
you have to explain it to him lmaooo! sucks for you cus that's a kinda awkward convo to have
"It's a sweater. For you. Since I saw you wearing mine around the house." Shouto gestures it again towards you and you take a moment to just take the whole situation in.
The sweater he was talking about was a Ralph Lauren sweater worth hundreds of dollars! How the hell did he get another one and in such short notice?
Your eyes flicker from the sweater to his face and then back down at the sweater. Then, slowly, you apologised to him, saying you didn't realise that he didn't want you to wear his sweater.
A contemplative expression crosses Shouto's face before, slowly, he shook his head "It wasn't that I didn't like it. I loved it a lot, actually. You looked very very cute."
You couldn't help but feel a little bit flustered by the straightforward way Shouto answered you but, before you could ask, he continued "But I figured the reason you wore the sweater was because you ran out of sweaters."
You took another second to take in this new development. Before you could stop yourself, you laughed and then shook your head, explaining that you didn't want the sweater just because it was a sweater but because he had worn it the day before. It was because it was his, because it smelled like him, that you took an interest in it.
It was Shouto's turn to take a second and you almost laughed again at the fact that he looked like a short-circuiting robot. Gently, you moved to take the sweater, asking if he still wanted to give you that one.
He dropped the sweater, letting it fall to the floor like it wasn't approximately $200 before hugging you, engulfing you in thick arms and firm torso "No."
You laughed as he nuzzled his face into the top of your head "I like it when you wear my clothes now."
Bakugo Katsuki
i forreal thought that bakugo's parents being like fashion designers and stuff was a fandom joke but it's canon??
neway now that i know that, fashion was engrained in his brain since he was a baby and you can pry that out of my cold dead hands
he was always the best-dressed kid in the block! his mother would never let him get outta the house looking anything less!
so he just kinda adopted that and now he keeps up with fashion trends and dresses his best when he can
he's also the type to make fun of you for dressing in his clothes like 'what, you too broke to afford your own designer brands, ya fvcking brat'
but inside, you know he's absolutely whipped to hell and back! wouldn't let it be any other way!
Usually, when Katsuki came home, he was greeted with you throwing the front door wide open for him and for you to have a great big wide grin as if he'd been gone for years and not just measly hours.
However, this time around, there was no throwing the door open and there was no you. Katsuki stood there dumbfounded for a second before grumbling and shifting all of his things so he could pat his pockets for the dumb fucking front door keys.
Katsuki then opened the door with one hand, his other arm balancing the takeaway he brought home as well as his explosion gauntlets and a bouquet of flowers and his work bag.
When he finally managed to pry the door open, he threw everything but the bouquet and the food to the ground, grumbling all the while as if he'd had just about the worst day in the world.
After finally taking off his shoes and dropping off the takeaway in the kitchen, he ventured further into the house, armed with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, only to spot you at the sofa, your body curled into a ball and tears falling from your eyes.
Katsuki immediately panicked " 't fuck's wrong with ya?"
You looked up at him and, when you jumped, more tears dripped right out of your glossy eyes
" 'suki!" You whined out and, with the tissues in your hand, you wiped your snotty nose, your free hand gesturing to the TV blearily lighting your face.
Slowly, Katsuki realised you were crying about a show and sighed, placing the flowers down on the coffee table before he seated himself next to you. Almost immediately, you latched onto him, arms wrapping around his muscled torso.
"Whattam I gunna do with ya, huh." He muttered against the crown of your head, his hand running up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you.
As he did that though, his hand slowed before he peered behind you. Then, a bark of laughter escaped his lips "You brat!"
"Why're ya wearin' my hoodie?" He took you by the shoulders to pull you away and look at you directly.
The hoodie was extremely big on you, with its ends pooling at your waist and its sleeves bunching badly at your wrists. It was so cute that it made Katsuki's heart beat wildly like explosions in his chest, his ears and cheeks and neck immediately heating up. But, alas, he couldn't let you know that, could he?
You cried even more, your expression adorably pitiful as you whined at him in complaint about how mean he was and how he didn't care about you and how you'd find a better partner than him. Your tiny little fists beat against his chest in retaliation and all Katsuki could do was bark out another laugh.
He shook his head, pulling you against him again and trapping your arms in between your torso and his "Just make sure not'ta get snot on it, ya brat."
â a cute little prompt list for people who want to celebrate the month of love with some domestic fanfictions featuring our favourite boku no hero academia characters. if you end up writing with these prompts too, please tag me so i can read and reblog! â
idk i was just thinking abt shinsou and then i started thinking abt boba tea and then i started thinking abt shinsou and you on a date and he buys you boba tea and you're all like 'oh but what abt your boba tea?' and he's like 'no it's okay, im not feeling up to it' and the two of you are just walking around, shinsou a lil bit behind you but still close by and then you're abt to turn around to him to point at smth when he suddenly grabs ur wrist and then pulls you closer and you're like 'ajsjfkgkhh??????' and you can see from the corner of your eye that he's leaning down and you think he's gunna kiss ur cheek so you start getting flustered but then you hear him slurp ur boba and then he looks at you, smirk on his face like 'hmmm, why's your cheeks red?' like the fact that his big veiny hands wrapped around your wrist and his face right next to your face and that look in his eyes isn't enough to flustwr literally anyone???-- *deep inhale* anyway, just wanted to get that all out in one breath lol
a/n: just a little vent fic cus boy howdy would i love it if hawks just swooped in and made all my troubles disappear lol
word count: 1497
warning: sad, very sad, i cried when i wrote this lol
âWhatâs his excuse this time?âÂ
You sniffled, rubbing your nose with your hoodie sleeve. You didnât even have to look up to know who it was. His timing always was absolute shit and he always managed to find you when you least wanted him to.
He didnât have the heart to tell you that you always went up onto your apartment roof whenever you were sad and you always went to the convenience store only a block from your place whenever you wanted to get drunk and his patrol route conveniently covered both areas.
Keigo Takami loved you in a way only red-tailed hawks could which was, to say, he wanted to be with you during your happiest times and your saddest times. He was your closest friend and, though he wanted to be more, he settled on being the best friend he could be.
Red-tailed hawks only felt love this deep and encompassing once in their lives.
âWhat do you want, Hawks?â You grumbled out, pulling your knees closer to your chest and crossing your arms, your body shivering as a cold wind swept through.Â
You didnât mind it. It was easier on you to focus on the cold than on the aching vast loneliness that sat in your chest.Â
So, instead, you relished in the chill while you kept your eyes on the busy streets below you. It was beautiful, really. The car lights made such twinkling patterns as they drove through the streets. The lights on the skyscraper buildings surrounding you looked almost like stars.
You couldnât help but think that every lit window was another happy family, another car passing the busy streets was another person driving to their loved ones, every little pedestrian another person with a warm house waiting for them.
Then, there was you.
âDonât Hawks me.â Keigo finally barked back before sitting next to you, letting his feet dangle off the edge of the roof âWhat did your boyfriend tell you his excuse was this time?â
âHe has work.â The words left your mouth before you could stop them and, honestly, saying them out loud made the hurt ache even more.
How selfish were you to ask for his time? He was working, doing his best to earn money so he could live. Who were you to ask him to spend more time with you? Who were you to add to his list of worries and problems? You, of all people--
âHey, look at me.â You felt Keigoâs warm wing spread out behind you and, gently, softly, he pulled you towards him with his wing enveloping you âI know what youâre thinking.â
He knew because he was your best friend. He knew how you belittled yourself, how you would make all your problems seem so small, like you were always overreacting to them.
Sometimes, Keigo wanted to take that voice in your head and crush it in his fist.
âDo you know what Iâm thinking?â You fought back tears by blinking your eyes, hoping theyâd disappear. Instead, the tears built up in the corners of your eyes and you were forced to wipe them away with the edges of your hoodie sleeves.
Except, your hoodie smelled too much like him and it just made you want to cry even more. The ache was just so thick and suffocating, so palpable, like you could reach into your chest and squeeze it in your fist, like maybe you could pull it out and your body would feel lighter.
You felt Keigoâs arm wrap around your lower back and his gloved hand settled on your hip âI do. I know what it feels like to be lonely, kid.â
Except, really, it wasnât just loneliness, was it? It was neglect, it was heartache, it was never being anyoneâs first priority, not even your own.
But you were Keigoâs first priority. You always were and he wished that would be enough but, if it wasnât for now, heâd just continue consoling you.Â
âYou know, itâs shit that heâs doing this to you.â Keigo looked away, trying to calm his anger towards your boyfriend. His voice sounded farther, like he turned his head.
Finally, you chanced a small glance at him. His side profile, like always, was roguishly handsome. His hair looked ruffled by wild winds, his cheeks red probably from the chill of the air, his golden eyes molten in the light of the setting sun.
Takami Keigo, for all intents and purposes, looked like someone you could fall in love with.Â
He turned to look at you, saw the way the sunâs rays made you look angelic, and he felt his heart flutter, his eyes wide and soft like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky just for him âI wouldnât treat you this way.â
More tears sprung in your eyes. Before you could stop them, they fell, bitter and frozen as they glided down your cheeks. Your throat hurt, probably from all the words that seemed clogged up in you, all the words you were so desperate to say.
Maybe, even worse, it was the ache in your chest that finally grew so large that it was forcing its way out.Â
âIâd text you every day.â Keigo added as if trying to convince you of how wonderful he could be, like you needed convincing âI wouldnât just text you to get my dick wet. Iâd ask if youâve eaten, ask what youâre doing, ask how your dayâs going.â
âIf you hadnât eaten, Iâd fly over with KFC and kick your ass.â He added and, though you laughed, it was wet and sad as more tears dripped down your cheeks.
Your cheeks got so wet with tears, in fact, that you started wiping them away which, of course, made you cry even more. All the hoodie you were wearing now could do was remind you of how dumb you were.Â
Funny how you had asked your boyfriend for his hoodies so you wouldnât miss him as much but, now, they were just a pathetic imitation of your boyfriendâs hugs.
You saw Keigo frown at you from the corners of your eyes but, before you could say anything, his hands were at the hem of your hoodie, pulling them up and up, until the fabric covered your head.
âHey, what the hell, Hawks!â
Finally, he managed to wrangle the hoodie off of you. You shivered, obviously cold in such windy weather. Before you could continue to yell at him, however, he tossed the hoodie behind the both of you and shed his fur-lined coat.
You hadnât been paying all that much attention to understand exactly how he slipped his wings through the back. Instead, you were distracted by the toned muscle he revealed as he took it off.
You had always assumed that whatever he wore underneath his coat was a black skin-tight turtleneck. In reality, it was sleeveless, showing off his almost immaculate shoulders. He was a pro-hero and it obviously showed.
Any other time, Keigo wouldâve preened under your obviously appreciative gaze but he couldnât find it in himself to be happy when you were obviously so sad.
âHere, forget about that asshole.â He wrapped you in his coat and you felt so small inside of it.
That wasnât a bad thing, though. It was so warm and soft against your skin, unlike the rough texture of that well worn hoodie. It didnât feel lonely, didnât feel cold. It felt like safety and like security and like Keigo was hugging you close to him.
Keigo, on the other hand, could only feel his cheeks warm at the sight of you. He had always wondered what youâd look like in his clothes and he felt his stomach flutter now that it was right before him.
He thought you could never look any more beautiful but he was wrong. You looked so comfortable in his coat despite the fact that it was so big it engulfed you, the fur lining the hood brushing against your wet cheeks and the edges of the sleeves running past your finger tips.
You looked like you belonged to him and it hurt.
Suddenly, before you could even react to the fact that he slipped his coat onto you, he really was hugging you close to him, his wing back to wrapping around you and his arms holding you tight.
It had been so long since you felt someone hold you like that. It was hard, you were starved of affection and Keigo was practically offering you a banquet.
Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck. You wanted to push him away, wanted to stay loyal, but he was just so warm and comfortable and you could see yourself falling in love with him.
He could see himself spending eternity in your arms.
âCâmon.â Keigo muttered, his lips pressed against your temple and his breath tickling your skin âForget about him, at least for tonight.â
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